Lisa had been married ten years when the itch finally got too strong. Her husband was fine in bed but predictable, always the same moves, the same average dick. She started watching porn with black guys and couldn't stop. The size, the way those cocks stretched the women, the raw way they fucked. One Friday night she told her husband she was going out with the girls. Instead she hit a downtown bar known for mixing crowds.
She wore a short black dress, no panties. At the bar she ordered a drink and felt eyes on her. Marcus was tall, dark, built like he lifted every day. He came over, bought her a round, and talked straight. "You look like a woman who's ready for something different." Lisa's pussy got wet right there. They danced, his hands on her ass, pulling her against a bulge that felt huge even through his pants. After two songs he said, "My hotel is two blocks away. You coming?"
She texted her husband she was staying out late and followed Marcus. The elevator ride he had her against the wall, tongue in her mouth, hand up her dress feeling how soaked she was. "Damn, white girl, you're dripping already." In the room he didn't waste time. He stripped her, pushed her to her knees, and pulled out his cock. It was thick, veined, and already half-hard. Lisa had never seen one that big.
She wrapped both hands around it and still had room to stroke. She licked the head, tasting him, then opened wide and sucked.
Marcus groaned and fed her more. "That's it, suck that black cock. First time?" She nodded with her mouth full, spit running down her chin. He let her work it for a minute then pulled her up, bent her over the bed, and rubbed the fat head along her slit. "Beg for it." Lisa heard herself say the words she never thought she'd say out loud. "Fuck me with that big black cock. Stretch my married pussy."
He pushed in slow at first, letting her feel every inch. She was tight and he was thick, so it took time, but once he was halfway in she was already shaking. When he bottomed out she came hard, legs trembling. Marcus didn't stop. He started fucking her deep and steady, balls slapping her clit. The sounds were filthy, wet skin on skin, her moans getting louder. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he pounded. Lisa came again, harder, soaking his cock.
He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove back in. She watched his dark shaft disappear into her pink pussy, stretching her lips around it. "Look at that," he said. "Taking every inch like you were made for it." He fucked her faster, sweat dripping, the bed creaking. Lisa clawed his back and begged him not to stop. He pulled out, flipped her again, and took her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass. Each thrust hit a spot her husband never reached. She came a third time, face buried in the sheets, screaming into the mattress.
Marcus lasted long. He pulled her up, sat on the edge of the bed, and had her ride him reverse. She bounced on that cock, watching it in the mirror across the room, seeing how her pussy gripped it. He reached around and pinched her nipples, telling her how good her married cunt felt. When he was close he pushed her flat, mounted her, and fucked her with short, hard strokes until he growled and flooded her. She felt every pulse, hot and deep, more cum than she'd ever taken.
They lay there catching breath. Marcus pulled out slow and Lisa felt his load leak out of her used hole. She reached down and touched it, amazed at how full she was. He got hard again and took her once more, this time slower but still deep, until she came one last time around him. When they finished she showered, dressed, and went home.
Her husband was asleep. Lisa climbed into bed still sore, still leaking, and knew one thing for certain. It wouldn't be the last time she got black cock. She already had Marcus's number.
